Chapter 1
This story contains themes of weight gain.////////////////////////// //////////////////////////
Cherry is a pretty Korean girl. She moves to America, where weight gain is required to ensure every kid feels confident. Cherry becomes popular for being the last thin girl in America. How long can she last?
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Is everyone malnourished where you come from?” Debbie asked through a mouthful of pizza and coke.
“Pretty much. The average weight for a girl in Korea is only 50 kg,” Cherry replied, hiding her disgust at the show of gluttony from the girls around her. She hid her true disgust well through a vein, white smile and pretty red lips. She took a small bite of the ramen her mother had packed for her.
“I can’t believe the portion sizes you guys have over there. Why don’t you just get some pizza? All the food here is free, you know,” Janet replied. She was probably the biggest girl at the table weighing 600 lbs, although it was close. She was only slightly above the average weight in America of 500 lbs.
“No thank you. In Korea, being fat is looked down on.”
“Don’t you know it's the law for every student to be fat, so no one feels different. You’re going to have to give up your body sooner or later,” Mindy slyly commented.
***
Cherry quickly became the most popular girl in school for being the only student who could see the weight on the scale, which she was quite proud of.
Since her family had moved to America from Korea, she was still getting used to the government imposed calorie requirements, required of all American students. To make sure she remained a flawless 120 lbs, she had to make sure not to get lazy. It had been nearly one month and so far she had managed to keep the weight off.
To call her figure flawless would be an understatement. She had perfectly round C-cups that accentuated her toned waist. She didn’t have abs, but her waist was definitely toned and firm. Then, there was her ass. Unlike the other girls in school whose asses were littered with cellulite and undulated with each step, Cherry’s was smoothe and swayed with perfect precision. Her hips were ass and hips were bubbling with beauty.
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First period was always a bore for Cherry.
“The tangent line to the circle at…” the teacher would drone on, while snacking on a chocolate bar. Her fat belly kept inadvertently erasing the board.
“You want some Cherry,” the girl next to her whispered, holding out a bag of potato chips. The sound of wrappers and crunching was so loud it almost drowned out the teacher. Most of the students were too busy snacking to listen.
“No, thank you.”
“It tastes REALLY good. Are you sure,” the girl tried to be nice because she knew Cherry was the it-girl at school. Winning her favor might move her up the social ladder.
“I said no. Some of us have figures to watch.”
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When Cherry opened the front door, she was greeted by quite the sight. Her formerly skinny sister, Kimmie, was clutching a new dome of a pot belly, while doing her homework.
“What’s with all this? I thought we agreed not to let America make us fat,” Cherry said, poking the new flesh on her sister. It was soft.
When she stood up, it was clear that the damage had spread evenly, giving her a nice coating of flesh. She looked like a smaller version of the American girls at lunch.
Food was smeared across her face from a day of meeting her calorie requirements. Her shirt rode up on a new, soft pot belly, where her abs had once been. Her once toned butt, sagged below her shorts, showing her cellulite ridden bottom cheeks. And her face had even donned the dreaded double chin.
“I’m just assimilating. We both have calorie requirements and clearly I’m the only one who’s taking them seriously,” Kimmie rebuked, lifting Chloe’s shirt to reveal a toned abdomen.
“Hey! I’m meeting all the requirements. It’s you who's been doing some extra curricular snacking,” Chloe mocked as she grabbed and jiggled Kimmie’s newfound fat, sending a ripple through her body.
“Break it up girls! It's dinner time dears.”
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“Could Cherry be sent down to my office,” the voice over the intercom said.
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Cherry, you’ve not been meeting school standards,” a very fat principal told Cherry in his office. “You should be over 200 lbs like your sister, but our weigh-ins show you’ve remained at 120.”
“So, I’ve been keeping up in my eating class. I’ve met all my daily calorie requirements.”
“Yes, but your weight hasn’t gone up. That’s why we’re upping them from 5,000 per day to 20,000. We really need you to work with us on this. The school really needs you to have at least a beer belly by next semester. Otherwise, you risk failing out of high school.”
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< br>“Cherry, try this, it's one of my favorite flavors,” Debbie said, handing another carton of ice cream to Cherry. The girls had recently learned of Cherry’s ultimatum, and were thrilled to help.
“Ughhh, hand it over,” cradling her stuffed belly.
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It had been three days since the principal had stepped in. Cherry had been forced by her mother to give up her nightly workouts, much to Kimmie’s excitement.
“I knew you’d see it my way. It's about time I saw you with a proper belly.”
Cherry was clutching a bloated abdomen. She had never been as bloated as she had now. Kimmie knew Cherry was being forced to consume over 10 lbs of fat per day. It was only a matter of time until that fat worked its way through Cherry’s perfect waistline.
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< br>“Did you want some, today? All the girls around school are talking about your new calorie requirement. It’ll be fine, I'm sure you’ll still be popular even if you get chubby,” the girl next to Cherry said, diplomatically offering some chips just like last time. The only difference: This time Cherry took some.
“Thanks,” Cherry groaned, clutching her constantly bloated stomach.
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It had been three weeks since Cherry’s calorie requirement had been nearly quadrupled, and her metabolism was showing the first signs of weakening. She now had a pair of juicy lovehandles that she hated, and her tits had gone up a cup size. It was only 30 lbs, but the Cherry definitely felt it, especially since her ass now jiggled when she walked.
Cherry wasn’t the only one who noticed. The other girls were excited that Cherry had been knocked down a peg. They thanked god that her once modelesque figure now sported a chubby gut.
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“Look at that butt, girl,” the now clinically obese Kimmy said, slapping Cherry’s ass. Her fingers sank into the recently added adipose.
“HEY! Get your hands off me!”
“Sorry, i’m just happy that you finally decided to give in. You think I wouldn’t notice that belly.”
Cherry pulled up her shorts to cover the pot belly hanging over the waistband of her pants. The lower ab definition that every girl in school had once gawked at had been pumped full of soft flesh.
***
By the end of the first semester, Cherry was no longer the talk of the town. She still lagged behind her peers, but she could officially be called fat.
She weighed in at 250 lbs and looked the part. The constant stuffing from the other girls had led her to sport a fat belly that hung down. Her once perfectly feminine hips and ass now hung over most chairs. She had even broken her desk chair, leading her math class to erupt in laughter.
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